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Wednesday, July 27, 2005

What does it cost you to be a writer?

"I have shrewd advice to offer developing writers about this business of snatching time and space to work. I do not have anything profound to offer mother-writers or worker-writers except to say it will cost you something. Anything of value is going to cost you something."

With writing, as with most things in life, you have to put yourself into it before you get something out of it. That means giving up some of that time you used to spend watching television, playing games, sleeping late, or even spending time with friends and family. Because get one thing straight right now; writing is work. It means realizing that the first, or second, or third, or maybe even the tenth version of a story still might not be ready for publication and it means submitting rejected manuscripts again and again until they find a home.

Perseverance wins. Repeat that ten times.

Think about your best-written manuscript at the moment. Have you sent it out yet? How many rejection slips have you collected on it? Two? Three? Ten?

4 Comments:

Very, very good post!I was just thinking about this today. (It seems I'm always thinking something about writing these days.) I think what you've said is true of anything that is really important. The issue is never that you don't have enough time. It's how you choose to use it. Uh..I'm hoping to be able to get a cleaning person this fall. The crumbs in my house (from not cleaning because I'm writing)caused an ant problem that took way too many hours to address this week!

The Price We Pay: What a great post! Thanks! I don't doubt that most writers know that already, but it sure would be nice if writer friends/families could learn this. I can't tell you how many times a friend made me feel guilty for not "coming out to play" when I said I had to work. Not that they aren't supportive of my writing, but they don't get that it means having to say NO to things. They wouldn't ask a friend who is working as a doctor or a lawyer to just leave their office to go shopping would they? I worry a tiny bit about how I might need to train my mom, when I do move close to her soon, that I won't be able to "play" or run errands or hang out every day. That I DO need to write - stay home and write. Or maybe I'm just thinking too much of myself - maybe she's sitting there worrying "I hope Debbi won't assume she can hang out here all day long, I have things to do!" Ha ha ha! :)

Kim, My kids learned that there was nothing wrong with taking clean clothes out of the laundry basket and that cereal for dinner works just fine when Mom is in the middle of a book. I have to post about time though because I never seem to use mine quite right.

Debbi, You're right of course. Non-writers just don't "get" that we are working when we are home. I used to get the calls from the school nurse, the calls to just yack, the invites to things I didn't want to do anyway and sometimes people did get upset that I didn't seem to have time for them. But it's true that if that's the case, they really weren't your best friends after all.

Now parents, that's a different story. I bet it will be tough when you are living close. Is she the kind of mom you can have a talk with about it? Good luck.

Perserverance does win. Here's another quote about it (ok, persistence) that I happen to love and keep handy. Have you ever heard of it before?

"Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent.Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derilicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent."

Who am I? I was born on the Cancer/Leo cusp and share a birthday with Ernest Hemingway and Robin Williams.
The similarities don't stop there as I can go from depressed to ecstatic without ever passing go.
I feel scared most of the time though my friends call me brave and I find it easier to believe in my
friends than to belive in my own abilities to make what I want out of my life.

Who am I? A wife, a mother, a daughter, and even, gulp, a grandmother.

Who am I? A writer who never gets tired of playing with words, even when the words are hard to find.
A writer of books for children and articles for grown-ups and many things in-between.